I leave at 7:30am with Dad and Adam following around 9am.My aim is to beat the heat and be in Tabo by the middle of the day.
The Indian cyclist had left at 7am (sensible) and I catch/pass him within a couple of hours.I pass the "Inner Line" check point (as I leave the Inner Line) without any issue. However then get chased by a pack of dogs.Squirting water at them from my drink bottle appears to be a pretty effective deterant.
On reaching Tabo at 1pm I'm not impressed (the heat is having an effect on me) and the kid squatting in the gutter having a dump does nothing
to change my mind.
I decide to head on to Kaza where I've been told there are phones that work, and Internet!2km out from Tabo my rear carrier breaks. 20 minutes later (and a lot of string) I'm back on the road.
The temp is a balmy 45 deg.
10 km out from Tabo my rear wheel suddenly stops turning.Looking down I see the same problem that crippled Dad's bike for the last couple of days.
Reversing quickly takes the pressure off the quick release. Saving it from snapping as had occurred twice to Dad.
I hitch back to Tabo in a truck. This takes 2.5 hours as the truck stops to unload a truck load of cement. In bags, by hand.
I return to Tabo completely frazzled at 4pm. And am shown to a room suitable for the deranged mountain man that I've become.Complete with floor level squat toilet. I'm beyone caring.
30 minutes later Dad and Adam arrive complete with all the tools I need to repair my bike.
Later that afternoon we also locate Jack and Richard staying in the same town.
The Indian cyclist had left at 7am (sensible) and I catch/pass him within a couple of hours.I pass the "Inner Line" check point (as I leave the Inner Line) without any issue. However then get chased by a pack of dogs.Squirting water at them from my drink bottle appears to be a pretty effective deterant.
On reaching Tabo at 1pm I'm not impressed (the heat is having an effect on me) and the kid squatting in the gutter having a dump does nothing
to change my mind.
I decide to head on to Kaza where I've been told there are phones that work, and Internet!2km out from Tabo my rear carrier breaks. 20 minutes later (and a lot of string) I'm back on the road.
The temp is a balmy 45 deg.
10 km out from Tabo my rear wheel suddenly stops turning.Looking down I see the same problem that crippled Dad's bike for the last couple of days.
Reversing quickly takes the pressure off the quick release. Saving it from snapping as had occurred twice to Dad.
I hitch back to Tabo in a truck. This takes 2.5 hours as the truck stops to unload a truck load of cement. In bags, by hand.
I return to Tabo completely frazzled at 4pm. And am shown to a room suitable for the deranged mountain man that I've become.Complete with floor level squat toilet. I'm beyone caring.
30 minutes later Dad and Adam arrive complete with all the tools I need to repair my bike.
Later that afternoon we also locate Jack and Richard staying in the same town.